A grandfather tells a group of patriotic little Americans how _his_
grandfather was a redcoat at Lexington.
Toot! Toot! Rub-a-dub-dub! came from down the street, and it made
Grandpa Sturdy, who sat dozing in the sun, start up suddenly and look
to see what gallant soldiers were coming.
First came Captain Tommy Rankin, acting as drum-major, with his
sister’s muff worn for a fur hat, and an umbrella for a baton.
Behind him came a troop of children wearing all sorts of military
decorations--helmets, epaulets, and paper caps. One boy carried a large
flag, and one of the girls was singing through a comb.
Grandpa rose and went out to the gate as they came near. Then, just
as they came close, he took off his hat and gave them a military
salute--for grandpa was a soldier once--and held up his hand for them
to stop just a moment.
“Company, halt!” commanded Tommy, in a loud tone. “Parade, rest!
Salute! Attention!” And they obeyed.
“What company is this?” said grandpa smilingly.
“We are the minute-men, grandpa,” said Tommy. “We are going out to
Concord to keep Flag Day. Our teacher was going to have a celebration
to-day, but she is sick, so we have made a procession, and are going to
march by her house to show her how we can remember the flag.”
“That’s right,” said grandpa, saluting the flag. “I can do that if my
grandfather was what we call a redcoat.”
“Your grandfather a redcoat?” cried all the boys in a breath. “Did he
ever tell you anything about it?”
“Oh, yes, he told us about going to America to fight the rebels, and
what a lot of British soldiers there were in Boston, who all laughed at
the idea of the plain country farmers and workmen being able to fight
the king’s own fine troops; and granddad thought so with all the rest,
he said. Well, they found out that day that the rebels could fight,
after all. Let me see, what day was that, boys?”
“April 19, 1775,” said Tommy, echoed by the others.
“Yes, yes. You have got that learned, haven’t you? Grandfather said
that all through that long, hard march from Concord back to Boston they
were fighting. They were ashamed to be beaten by those they had made
fun of.
“Every stone wall, every large rock or tree seemed to have an American
behind it. He said it was wonderful how those farmers could shoot.
Dozens of the Englishmen fell and died there in the road. Granddad
told us how they struggled on, tired, wounded, thirsty, and almost
ready to give up. Finally most of them got back to Charlestown, and
were safe. But all day long, and most of the night before, they had had
to march.
“And they didn’t do what they went out for, either, for the Americans
had carried off the guns and powder they went to destroy. The night
before they marched out gaily enough, expecting to have no trouble, and
only a trip into the country in the fine spring air.
“But the trip became a terrible battle, and began a great war. And ever
since America and England have been two separate nations.
“Grandfather went back to England very soon, and as he couldn’t march
and fight any more, he got a pension from the king and stayed in
England all his life.
“He liked America, and always said that now there was peace, and the
new country promised so much, he would like to go there to live; but he
never did. My father brought us over, though, when I was sixteen. So I
am an American, if my grandfather was one of the redcoats who fought at
Lexington in America.”
“I’d rather have a grandfather that was a minute-man,” said one of the
boys.
“Perhaps the great-grandfathers of some of you fought the redcoats,”
said Grandpa Sturdy. “But I am not ashamed to tell you that my
grandfather wore one of the king’s red-and-white uniforms and carried
a British gun. The soldiers were doing their duty bravely enough. It
was the king and the men with him who were to blame for the battle.
Well, boys, march on again, march along. Stand up for your flag. It is
my flag, too, and I love it. Always be ready to be minute-men for the
flag.”
“Attention, company! Carry arms! Forward, march!” shouted the captain.
Away went the procession to the teacher’s house, their flags waving
gaily and the flowers they were carrying nodding their heads, while
Grandpa Sturdy settled back in his easy chair.